Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 469: Isn’t 464.100 a young adult?
Dumbledore and Dudley came to the cliff where Voldemort had been, and they walked in without thinking.

Instead of using fluorescent flashes, Dudley turned on the overhead searchlight.

A beam of bright light illuminated the entire cave.

"This is much easier to use than a magic spell."

Dumbledore sighed as he looked at the searchlight above Dudley's head.

Phosphorescent Flash: Except for the mutated version of Dudley's lighting spell, no wizard has a better effect than a searchlight after casting a spell. Moreover, wearing it on the head can even free up your hands, making it easy to deal with enemies.

"Actually, taking night vision medicine is more effective."

Dudley said as he walked ahead and illuminated the way forward with a bright light.

As a potion (magic soup) master, Dudley would always give priority to using potions to solve problems.

The two soon reached the first level of the cave - a wall at the end of the cave.

It needs to be sprinkled with blood to open.

Dudley took out a blood bag from his pocket. This was fresh blood he bought from the hospital.

He sprinkled blood on the stone wall, and the next second another path appeared in front of him. At the end of the path was a vast black lake.

"Professor Dumbledore, let's go in."

Dudley said and walked in first.

“Really very lucky”

The moment the two of them entered the path, Voldemort, who was summoning the Death Eaters, suddenly paused, looked at a place and slowly said: "Someone went to that cave and looked for me based on the information obtained on the necklace. trace."

Voldemort spoke slowly, his tone full of joy.

"Needless to say, it must be Dumbledore. With Dumbledore's personality, he will not go there alone. He will bring the people he wants to cultivate with him."

"Harry Potter! It must be him!"

Voldemort said firmly.

"No matter how many people went there, I think Dumbledore must have taken the potion."

"Because he doesn't have much time left. I know him well. He won't let others make unnecessary sacrifices. He is a good man and won't catch innocent Muggles like us, so he must drink it himself."

"That's a potion specially prepared by me. If he doesn't get timely treatment from a Potions Master, he will be dead. There is only one Potions Master in Hogwarts. Our Mr. Snape."

"It's true that God is helping me."

Voldemort turned to look at Bella, his most trusted subordinate: "Inform Barty and the others to get ready. We will go to Hogwarts tonight."

"By the way, only bring 'our' people."

Voldemort gave another special instruction.

Yes, Voldemort did not trust Lucius and the others [-]%. The only people he trusted most were the Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban during the time he disappeared. He believed that these were the most loyal servants.

What's left is just a bunch of fagots who act according to the changing circumstances.

Voldemort grinned and showed a silent smile. The next second his expression turned extremely sinister, as if he wanted to crush everything in front of him.

"Tonight. I want Dumbledore dead!"

"I want to watch him die with my own eyes!"

In the cave on the other side, Dumbledore and Dudley stood on the edge of the black lake. They fell silent as they looked at the small boat.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you think Voldemort is aware of our entry now?"

Dudley asked.

"Tom is a cautious person. If I guess correctly, he should have cast magic at the entrance. He should have discovered us the moment we entered."

Dumbledore said.

"Then let's go back?"

Dudley suggested, not liking the damp conditions of the cave.

Dumbledore shook his head and looked at the faint green light emitting from the table in the center of the lake: "For the sake of caution, let's go inside."

"Do you want to take this boat over?" Dudley pointed to the simple boat not far away.

"This seems to be the only way," Dumbledore said.

"If I were Senior Tom, I would definitely put a lot of things in the lake."

Dudley turned to look at the lake, which was as dark as ink: "This is a pool of stagnant water, so it's definitely not a living thing."

"What would it be?"

Dumbledore also looked at the calm lake.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you want to make a bet with me? I guess there is an Inferi under the lake."

Dumbledore smiled: "As it happens, I think so too."

While the two were chatting and laughing, they had already boarded the boat. The boat swayed them to the table in the middle of the lake.

The two walked to the countertop where the fake pendants were stored.

"You don't want to drink it, do you?"

Dudley said while looking at the transparent liquid that reflected the pendant.

"Of course not. The pendant inside is fake, but just to be on the safe side, I think it is."

"You really don't take your life seriously."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dudley, who rarely spoke seriously.

"I don't want to attend your funeral before graduation. I hope you can still teach my children in the future."

"Can't I retire? Look, I'm over 100 years old now."

Dumbledore made a wisecrack.

"For a wizard, isn't being over 100 years old a young adult?"

Dumbledore: "."

"I think you have some misunderstanding about the definition of young adults."

More than 100 years old is synonymous with longevity at any time. Although there is an alchemist who lived hundreds of years.

"Just use it." Dudley took out a white mouse from his pocket.

That was what he used for experiments.

"You really have everything there."

Dumbledore said with emotion that Dudley's pocket was like a treasure chest, as long as he needed it, he would have it there.

"As a wizard, shouldn't you take everything into consideration and make a comprehensive plan?"

Dudley said matter-of-factly: "It makes me very surprised that today's wizards only carry a wand with them at all times."

It obviously has a traceless stretching spell, which not only can expand the space, but also has stabilizing properties. No matter how vigorously you exercise outside, the things in your pocket will never be affected.

It really doesn't make sense for you not to bring more things with you.

"."

Dumbledore thought for a while and then said: "You are right."

During the conversation between the two, Dudley had already finished casting a spell on the white mouse. Under the influence of the transfiguration spell, the white mouse turned into a person who was seventy-eight times similar to Voldemort when he was young. Then he released another confusion. curse.

The Confusion Curse is really a magic spell that can achieve unexpected results in many cases.

Use the spoon next to the table to scoop out a scoop and let the human mouse drink it.

The mice's bodies began to shake violently after taking a sip.

"It's quite a powerful poison, but it doesn't bother me."

After observing the condition of the mouse, Dudley began to prepare the antidote on the spot.

(End of this chapter)